From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Professor, I have finished running, what is today's training?"

　　 Harry approached and asked when William came downstairs for breakfast.

　　 "School is about to start, you have to enjoy your vacation, Harry."

　　 William responded with a smile, "Also, are you ready for the things you need to start school?"

　　 "Well, there are still a few days, I haven't had time..." Harry lowered his head, "I looked at our class schedule. The textbooks are the old textbooks. Are you here to teach our self-defense skills?"

　　 "Professor Lupin, not me," William replied casually, "I talked to him, as far as systemic self-defense is concerned, he is better than me. I think your course this year must be very enjoyable."

　　 It can only be said that the wizards who came from the academy have a solid theoretical foundation—of course, it is also related to the outstanding graduates described by Professor McGonagall.

　　 Anyway, William felt that he had benefited a lot from the conversation, and he believed that Lupin felt the same way.

　　 "Ah..." Harry was taken aback, "New professor?"

　　 "Of course, you can't expect me to do all the work," William shook his head. "That's not a job that can be done just by joking."

　　 "Then, professor, new professor..."

　　 "Shhh," William shook his finger, "It's not a polite thing to talk about a new professor, especially with another professor. What you should do now is to go out and enjoy the sun and the last vacation."

　　 "By the way, how are you doing your homework?"

　　 suddenly remembered this, William asked casually.

　　 "Ah, okay, okay, almost..."

　　 Harry's face suddenly didn't look good, and William suddenly felt a sense of anxiety from him.

　　 "Professor, I'll go now," Harry didn't stay to try to continue the conversation, and then left the bar after a hasty farewell-William could only guess as to make up his homework and go shopping.

　　 "Mostly I went to make up homework, it's normal."

William happily ate his own omelette, "I don’t know how well the students’ holiday homework is done — it’s ridiculous to say that the previous professors didn’t even assign summer homework, so I didn’t even have a reference object. ..."

　　 "I don't have to think about exercising today. I just went to see the owl. At least I had to get acquainted with it before school starts, otherwise it would be less leisurely when I went to school..."

　　——

　　【Dear Hermione:

　　 Last time you said that you were in France. I don’t know how you have been and how the thesis on the history of magic has been revised. 】

　　‘It’s not right, it’s still wrong. ’

　　 Harry crumpled the initial letter and gave up.

　　 He usually writes to his friends quite casually, but this one is much more difficult than other letters.

　　 But now he is in urgent need of Hermione’s homework to save his life-it is very difficult to refer to Hermione’s papers usually, summer homework, heh, he can imagine what kind of response he will get.

　　 To be honest, if he sent this letter straightforwardly, he even suspected that he would get a yelling letter.

　　‘No, I have to think about it more...’

　　 The current situation is difficult, so much homework is just a joke, he must seek help.

　　 Ron's homework is fine-Hermione's as part of the template modification can still pass the professor's review, but Ron's own homework barely passes the test, so you don't need to read it after the modification.

　　 So, Hermione’s homework is a necessity, and he has to think about it to get Hermione to agree that he should make some references outside of his usual homework...

　　 "I have to find something that interests her. I wonder if Hermione will be interested in the tasks assigned by Professor William. Didn't she always like to learn..."

　　 As soon as this thought appeared, he couldn't stop. Harry began to write about it with reference to the idea, and completed the task in a short while.

　　 [...I think you will be interested in the training content, so I will organize the relevant content and bring it to you at the beginning of school...]

　　 "Hedwig," he looked at his owl, his eyes full of trust, which made Hedwig serious involuntarily, "Come on, send things to Hermione."

　　 As if worried, Harry said again, "Please, pretend to be a little pitiful, and I must bring my homework back, or I'll have to rely on Ron's homework."

　　 Feeding two pieces of bacon skin, Harry solemnly let Hedwig leave.

　　‘You must bring your homework back! ’

　　 He looked to the sky, letting hope fly with the owl.

　　——

　　 "Hello, Owl Shop, welcome."

　　 As soon as William walked in, he heard the clerk's voice.

　　 "Hello," William replied casually, and then suddenly recognized the clerk, his student, who theoretically entered the seventh grade this year.

　　 "Hello Professor!"

　　 The shop clerk's standard smile disappeared, and the look on his face became eager, "Are you here to buy owl food?"

　　 "No, Bourne, I want to pick an owl."

　　 "That's great. A batch of trained owls were sent to the shop the day before yesterday." A clerk named Byrne stepped over. "I just went to transport them the other day."

　　 "Look, Gray Forest Owl, Mingjiao Owl, Grass Owl, Brown Owl, Snow Owl."

　　 He pointed to the area where the owls live one by one, "They are all great boys, of course, you know, some are better..."

　　 "The Xuexiao over there is the best temperament group, but they are... well, how can I put it, a bit too lively."

　　 "Also, the horned owls over there, they are more lively..."

　　 "……"

　　 William can guarantee that if the kid usually introduces this way, the shop owner will kill him.

　　 "What kind of owl do you prefer, professor?"

　　 "Well... it looks more pleasing to the eye..."

　　 William originally wanted to say this to the clerk, but in front of the students, he was really embarrassed to say it.

　　Especially this student has not graduated yet, and it is currently a summer internship-what should I do if this is passed to the seventh grade?

　　 And, after reaching the seventh grade, the whole Hogwarts is not far away. William can fully imagine Adams using this joking scene...

　　 "I believe in some magical mystics," William tried to exaggerate. "Maybe I'm too serious..."

　　 "But your class is superb, professor," Byrne looked serious. "Why don't you come and feed the owl food and see which one is more suitable for you?"

　　 This kind of thing is a little privilege, but not excessive.

　　 William quickly took the owl food and took a circle-because of the training, these owls did not repel the food of strangers very much. William fed it in a circle and found nothing special.

　　 "Why don't you go to the replenishment area, there are plenty of them there."

　　 Byrne was not impatient at all. After setting up a phonograph magic with a magic wand, he dragged William to the back.

　　 As soon as they entered the door, William realized that he was being spotted-a silly-looking owl, scary, half a meter tall, standing high, looking at William provocatively.

　　 "So big?"

　　 "Oh, professor, this is Eagle Owl, not very common..."

Byrne explained, “This is the largest owl. It can carry a lot more things than ordinary owls. It eats a lot and easily damages other owls. So when the store is crowded, it will not be sold in front. "

　　 His introduction is quite detailed, but one thing is missing. This owl has a very good face and looks good.

　　 "Then, how about it?"

　　 William would like to hear more opinions.

　　 "Professor, it hasn't reached adulthood... It's nearly eighty centimeters high when it grows up..."

"This…"

　　 William is a little embarrassed-eighty centimeters high, this is no longer an owl, basically can't fly into the window.

　　 However, the dazed owl fell down and began to tentatively walk a few steps beside William's left hand holding the owl food, and then arched his head over William's left hand.

　　 "Forget it, that's it."

　　 William was suddenly overwhelmed by the fluffy feeling.

　　 A quarter of an hour later, William walked out of the store carrying a heavy cage-as the largest owl, its cage is also special, much larger than other owl cages, and it carries a lot of weight.

　　 "Going back to the name, let this guy settle down first," William thought as he walked, and at the same time figured out how many owl food he bought would be enough to eat-that stuff is not suitable for a long time, and can only be used up to make up.

　　 Back to the bar, the first thing he did was to compare the owl with the window.

　　 Sure enough, the height is good, but the width is far from enough-it can't get out after spreading its wings. It can only fly to the windowsill and jump out like a chicken before spreading its wings.

　　 During this period, the owl had no intention of resisting, and even rubbed his head against William's arm, giving him the urge to touch the owl's head well.

　　‘It will continue to grow...it’s outrageous...’ William reluctantly touched the unnamed owl and shook his head, "Stay in the cage for a while, I'll find a nice name for you."

　　——

"Finally finished."

　　 Harry stood up from the table, feeling that he was half-worn--even though he usually referred to Hermione's homework, it was the first time he referred to an entire holiday homework today.

　　 Three quill pens were damaged under high-intensity work, not to mention the ink.

　　 After completing such a long list of assignments, he felt that the hand holding the quill was not his own.

　　‘It’s fine if the professor doesn’t check, so you can take a copy of it with an automatic quill. ’

　　 This thought came to mind, but it was quickly erased by Harry himself-Hermione would never give her homework to them if she simply copied the homework.

　　 "Harry, are you there?"

　　 Ron's voice came in from outside the door, making Harry suddenly come out of his fantasy. 1

　　 "What's wrong, Ron."

　　 Harry didn't doubt he had him, so he trot over and opened the door.

　　 "I knew you were there-I just finished buying the book, and I am staying at the Broke Cauldron today. Tomorrow we will go to the station together!"

　　 Ron said cheerfully, with a smile on his face.

　　 "Go to the station?"

　　 "School is over, of course I have to go to the station!" Ron looked excited, "I have got the new wand almost a holiday, and I haven't used him officially until now. I can't wait!"

　　 Don't blame him for being gaffe. Underage wizards are strictly forbidden to cast spells outside of school. He has long wanted to try the magic wand, but unfortunately the warning letter from his good friend is right in front of him. Now that school is approaching, he has countless ideas that he wants to share with Harry.

　　 "Wait," Harry looked at Ron. "What's the date today, Ron?"

　　 "It's the end of August, what are you thinking, Harry?"

　　 Ron looked at Harry with a worried expression on his face.

　　 Harry quickly calculated the days, yes, yes, although he was unwilling to accept this fact, it was indeed about to start school.

　　‘What did I do this holiday? ’

　　 Harry was a little at a loss.

　　 "Escape...Train...and make up homework..."

　　 "……"

　　 "Harry, what's the matter with you?"

　　 "It's okay, Ron, I just want to lie down for a while and let me be quiet."

　　 Harry replied feebly, he doesn’t want to do anything now...

　　——

　　 "Good evening, Mr. Weasley."

　　 In the room reserved by the Weasleys, William is visiting.

　　 "Good evening, Professor William."

　　 Mr. Weasley put his red hair on his head and greeted him eagerly.

　　 "Will you let the kids go," William looked unchanged, "They won't be very comfortable when talking about grades."

　　 Before Mr. Weasley could speak, Percy started to stand up consciously, followed by the Weasley brothers.

　　 "Oh, kids, I'm sorry, you have to leave," Mr. Weasley smiled kindly, and then Ron and Ginny also left.

　　 This made William feel relieved all of a sudden-to be honest, I don't know if it is a psychological factor, he now sees the red hair and feels his head is a little swollen.

　　 "Well, Mr. Weasley, I have two main problems with this visit."

　　 William tried his best to use a calm tone, "Harry just told me ~www.readwn.com~ he will leave with you when school starts tomorrow, is that right?"

　　 To be honest, he doesn't really want to interfere with the students' private actions, but if there is a dark lord number one in ambush outside, it's a different story.

　　 He just received a letter from Dumbledore today, asking him to pay attention to Harry. He still has to ask about this critical schedule.

　　 "Well, yeah, professor, the ministry will send a special car over tomorrow, and then Harry will leave with us."

　　Mr. Weasley is obviously not an unaware person, and William, as Harry's protection professor (at least in Mr. Weasley's eyes), naturally has nothing to hide.

　　 "Riding in a Ministry of Magic vehicle? Not using Floo powder or something?"

　　 William considered, "Is there an Auror with me? The driver who drove was disguised by the Auror?"

　　 "Um... he is an ordinary worker."

　　 "How much did the batter move? Is there any explanation?"

　　 "The batter mobilized two teams to protect along the way."

　　 "I'll be together tomorrow..." William sighed-he bet there will definitely be an ambush team on the road tomorrow, but it would be too much to use people as bait.

　　Especially the Weasleys or the whole family...even if Percy and Harry and William are not there, they have to intervene.

　　 "If you can't beat me, you can stop it for a while..."

　　 William thought so, and then began to discuss the details with Mr. Weasley.